Because of the holidays there were only three people at my Weight Watchers meeting last night. I love the meetings that are full of people; they are lively and energizing. But this was awesome in a different way; it was very personal and everyone had a chance to contribute something. I was very excited to step on the scale and find out I lost another 1.4 lbs, for a total so far of 11.4 lbs. WHOO HOO!
Last night we talked about NSV’s. An NSV is a Non-Scale Victory. Something positive that has happened as a result of or related to your weight-loss efforts but is not a new number on the scale. An NSV can be anything… clothing becoming looser, a newly discovered addiction to exercise, or in my case, a piece of jewelry that fits again.
Earlier this year my watch battery died and I set it aside, putting off getting a new battery after I tried a couple stores and they said they could not help me. Eventually BF and I went together to try again and found a jewelry store that would do it. After the new battery was in and I tried to put the watch on, I couldn’t fasten it. I cannot tell you how embarrassing that was. In the time from the battery dying to when it was replaced I gained enough weight that I could no longer wear my watch. Ouch. And I discovered this at the jewelry store, with BF and the staff as witnesses. Double-ouch.
About a week ago I decided to try the watch again and it fit! I was so happy. A few weeks of being on Weight Watchers and my reward was not just the loss the scale showed, but this tangible change. Sometimes the scale can show a loss and you don’t see it, not in your face, your body or how your clothes fit. Sometimes the scale shows no loss but you see that your body is changing as a result of eating better or exercising. Now every day when I put it the watch, I feel a little thrill of success. And now when I wear the watch, it is an anchor for me, which is another Weight Watchers tool. As an anchor, the watch is a concrete reminder of what I am doing and why. I wear it every day, and when I am having trouble sticking to the program or heaven forbid I’m jumping off the wagon with total abandon, I can see the watch on my wrist. I can remember the day I could not wear it, and the moment I put it back on, and get in touch with the feelings of pride, joy and relief I felt when it fit. And hopefully the memory of that moment will help me focus and reset my fatitude.